
Shen Yian Song Lin
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Song Lin's expression looked quite complicated. He rubbed his brow and said, "Twelve thousand two, thirty-two classes.",Shen Yian admired his memory. He just glanced at him and said, "Hmm hmm. I'll ask about the registration process tomorrow.",Just as the atmosphere was about to ignite, Shen Yinan's phone rang. She jolted awake as if from a dream, whacking Song Lin on the forehead with a thud and standing up abruptly.。